Reality's demise

The World seemed so real as I drove back from work today
Freeways were filled with traffic, and sun's heat in full play
An irate driver's honk assaulted the ears affirming context
That I was in a very real world and it was not just pretense

The rolling hills covered with fading greenery looked solid
A reassuring sight to my eyes that some things are still valid
The overarching sky seemed inviolate, at least to my eyes
I had seen its intricate patterns for a decade, in day and night

At a subtler level there were the usual ego needs and fears
They seem real too, they have been with me for many years
I still react in conditioned ways to the vicissitudes of fate
There really are no surprises any more in mind's inner state

But wait: I am really standing on a misshapen ball of mud
That is mostly covered with water and a little land spread
It appears stationary but is tilting and turning in space
And yet remains in orbit thanks to gravitational embrace

The reality that I base my life on seems so false and nebulous
And on this I further wage war using emotions quite frivolous
I need to know the truth as it really is and not filtered by senses
Otherwise I shall turn completely insane bereft of any defenses

I resolved to go to the highest source and ask this question
I remained without food and sleep for mainfesting unseen
When life started to dim, a light rose as if from brightest sun
And outside in the sky, the stars started to go out, one by one